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Capítulo 79

Kiyomi Tsuki almost threw up.

He Yunya gracefully tilted her head back, exuding an air of utter arrogance, and said, "Liu Xicheng, tell me quickly, who's the prettiest tonight?"

Liu Xicheng cupped his hands in his heart, his eyes sparkling, and sweetly flattered her, "Sister Yunya, you look as beautiful as a fairy descended to earth tonight. All the women here combined are not as pretty as you."

Kiyomi Tsuki thought to herself: Hehehe...

He Yunya was overjoyed, her slender hand covering her red lips as she giggled uncontrollably, her body trembling with laughter. What was most infuriating was that no matter how seductive her laughter was, or how alluring and captivating it was, Liu Xicheng's stunned expression was proof enough.

Cai Zhonghe, with a mischievous grin, said, "Liu Xicheng is now the target of all the beauties' spitting."

"Wrong, it's the beauties' husbands who get spat on." Qingfeng looked thoughtfully at He Yunya, whose every smile and frown was intoxicating.

Cai Zhonghe was even happier than if he were laughing at Liu Xicheng, saying, "You've finally fallen for another beautiful woman. Congratulations, congratulations! Although the woman you like is rather strange."

Qingfeng glanced at him with a hint of sarcasm and said mockingly, "Is that all you can think about? You dead playboy."

Cai Zhonghe asked in surprise, "Where did you learn that?"

Qingfeng said, "Jianyue said it. It suits you quite well, so I picked it up and used it."

Cai Zhonghe glared at Qing Jianyue and gritted his teeth, saying, "You naughty boy, see how I deal with you."

As Qingjian Yue, who was supporting Miss Zhao, inexplicably sneezed.

Qingfeng smiled slightly and said calmly, "Don't you think that Miss He's behavior is quite unbelievable in many ways? She keeps saying that she wants to marry her cousin, but you rarely see her around him. She presents herself as vulgar, but her inner noble and elegant temperament can never be hidden."

The entire banquet hall began to simmer like boiling water in a pot, just as Qingfeng had said, as the beauties seized their husbands and began to interrogate them harshly.

The white rabbit, enraged, grabbed her fiancé and demanded, "Is she prettier or am I prettier?"

Du Fangwei immediately said, "You're the prettiest, how can she compare to you?"

Mrs. Su squeezed her husband's arm and asked, "Is she prettier or am I prettier?"

Su Haibo forced a smile and said, "A virtuous wife is the most beautiful, a virtuous wife is the most beautiful."

Grandma Cai lightly bit her red lips and glanced sideways at her husband.

Cai Bo'an smiled and comforted her, "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. In Xicheng's eyes, Miss He is the most beautiful."

Yang Xueli said coquettishly, "Brother Xiang, he's talking nonsense."

"Don't believe what that big mouth says." Despite his arrogant demeanor, Lei Yongxiang is quite adept at coaxing his wife. "You're the most beautiful, no one can compare to you."

Just as the women were grabbing their husbands and asking who was the prettiest, He Zhiqiang quietly left the banquet hall, and Zhao Yu followed him away. Qing Jianyue saw all of this, and in the blink of an eye, he too disappeared with a grin. Of course, Qingfeng and Cai Zhonghe, those two idle and nosy people, also disappeared with him.

The night sky was cloudless, and the crescent moon, like a thin layer of ice, appeared lonely and sorrowful. He Zhiqiang looked up at the vast sky, his melancholy as enveloping him like the faintly glowing night, an indescribable sadness and ache rising in his heart. Just then, a series of light footsteps approached from afar, quickly stopping behind him. A delicate, refreshing fragrance, carried by a gust of cold wind, reached his nose. He Zhiqiang's imposing figure trembled, but ultimately he suppressed the longing in his heart and did not turn around.

"Lord He?"

“Miss Zhao, what are you doing here? The winter wind is chilling to the bone. You are delicate and you should be careful not to catch a cold. You should go back to the hall.”

Zhao Yu's beautiful face flushed crimson in an instant, her alluring eyes filled with tender affection as she stared at his back.

"It's none of your business. And why didn't you stay in the living room but ran out here all by yourself?"

"It's too hot in the hall, I'll come out and stand for a bit, then I'll go back in."

For He Zhiqiang, the hall wasn't hot, but this place was truly hot. As soon as he heard her voice and smelled the fragrance emanating from her, his whole body felt like it was on fire.

"Nonsense! Are you angry?"

Zhao Yu, with a hint of reproach and coquettishness, moved closer, almost touching his back.

"I don't."

He Zhiqiang was no wooden man, and with his skill, how could he not feel her closeness? Therefore, his heart pounded even more wildly, his body felt even hotter, and his voice became hoarse and labored.

"You're still lying to me. Don't think I didn't see it." Zhao Yu listened to his heavier breathing, and her own breath quickened. "Tell me, why are you unhappy?"

"I...I'm not unhappy. I'm thinking...about other things." He Zhiqiang stammered again, large beads of sweat rolling down his face.

"Your back is so broad! Still so thick, so sturdy." Zhao Yu seemed not to hear him, reaching out to stroke his back, her eyes unfocused, as if she had returned to the past. "Zhiqiang, do you remember, you carried me on your back, desperately running away, to escape the pursuers, you carried me for days and nights without closing your eyes. To protect me, you suffered such serious injuries, yet you still smiled and told me it didn't hurt at all. You lied, you lost so much blood, a huge chunk of flesh was torn away, the bone was exposed, how could it not hurt? You didn't feel pain, but my heart ached so much. Even now, I still feel pain in my dreams at night."

He Zhiqiang was deeply moved upon hearing this, and tears almost welled up in his eyes.

"That night, you had a high fever and almost died, but then you woke up. You said, 'You can't die. If you die, who will take me back to my sister?' I said, 'If you can take me back to my sister, I'll marry you. If you die, I'll die too.' You said, 'Then I can't die even more.' Do you remember? You were so gentle with me back then. I hugged you, touched you, and no matter how I treated you, you never got angry and always smiled at me."

As Zhao Yu spoke, she became so emotional that she couldn't help but hug him tightly from behind. He Zhiqiang, on the other hand, could no longer control himself and his body began to tremble violently.

"Later, you sent me to live with my sister, but you broke your promise. You ignored me, didn't care who I would marry, and didn't even look at me anymore. Do you know how heartbroken I was? I cursed you every day, wishing you a terrible death, that you were heartless, that you would be bitten by a dog when you went out. But the more I cursed you, the further away you became, until finally, you disappeared without a trace. He Zhiqiang, you are so cruel. You think I'm not good enough, don't you? Or were you lying to me from the very beginning? Tell me!"

Zhao Yu became increasingly angry as she spoke, and finally lost her temper, kicking and hitting him.

“Miss Zhao, I know I was wrong. Listen to me, I have never thought you were bad.”

He Zhiqiang turned around and emotionally grasped her hand.

"Let me go. You bastard, you won't let me hit you."

"I'll call you, I'll call you. Don't be too angry, it'll hurt your health."

He Zhiqiang released her and gently coaxed her. However, once Zhao Yu got angry, she wouldn't stop until she had beaten him to her heart's content.

“It’s my business if I’m angry, it’s none of your concern. He Zhiqiang, you blockhead, you Pigsy, you’re not allowed to hide, stand still.”

He Zhiqiang didn't dare move, letting her kick and punch him relentlessly. But his skin was thick and tough; no matter how hard she hit him, she couldn't hurt him much, and she was left breathless and exhausted. Zhao Yu got angry and suddenly grabbed his hand and bit down hard. He Zhiqiang gritted his teeth and endured it, his heart burning with a hot, numbing sensation, hotter than a spicy hot pot.